“All I do is scream your name.”

“But I set fire to the rain,
Watched it pour as I touched your face,
Well it burnt while I cried,
Cause I heard it screaming out your name, your name!
I set fire to the rain
And I threw us into the flames
Well it felt like something died
Cause I knew that that was the last time, the last time!”

“(Sylvia) A mature person doesn’t scream at her waiter: “Don’t tell me your name and don’t put anything freshly ground on my salad!””

“For a long time that's all I could do, howl and scream and cry like the wild animal of the night that I'd become.”

“I'll be dragged from the last room I do, screaming, 'More!”

“Do you not then hear this horrible scream all around you that people usually call silence.”

“They want to be tied up, I tie them up. They want to be spanked, I spank them. They want to be called names, I call them names. But try and drink a little of their blood, and they scream like babies. What about my needs?”

“What’s your name?”
“What do you want it to be?”
“Are you a vampire?”
“Not the last time I checked.”

“Names are still magic; even Sharon, Karen, Darren, and Warren are magic to somebody somewhere. In fairy stories, naming is knowledge. When I know your name, I can call your name, and when I call your name, you'll come to me.”

“Most high, all powerful, all good Lord! All praise is yours, all glory, all honor, and all blessing. To you, alone, Most High, do they belong. No mortal lips are worthy to pronounce your name. Praise be to God.”